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P Yungin
P Yungin
Stimme und Gesang
BnoiSe
BnoiSe
Programmierung
doctorjglobal
doctorjglobal
Programmierung
Li Ty beats
Li Ty beats
Programmierung
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Kamrein McClay
Kamrein McClay
Songwriter:in
Ben Noyes
Ben Noyes
Songwriter:in
Jack Daniel Steven Goodall
Jack Daniel Steven Goodall
Songwriter:in
Tyjuan Cortez Hannon
Tyjuan Cortez Hannon
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
BnoiSe
BnoiSe
Produzent:in
doctorjglobal
doctorjglobal
Produzent:in
Li Ty beats
Li Ty beats
Produzent:in
DJ Ryno
DJ Ryno
Mischtechniker:in
Bobby Youngblood
Bobby Youngblood
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
BlokkOnDa808's
BlokkOnDa808's
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Lyrics

Bnoise in his bag, ay
Damn Ty, that's you?
Dr. J got me right
I'm rollin', rollin'
And I'm rollin'
And I'm rolling, purple what I'm smoking
He play games, we knocked his ass down, he shouldn't have been spoken
The love you had for me, I had to knock it off
Too much was wrong there
Plus I'm getting grown now, slip up, I won't now
I put the "P" up on my arm 'cause I know I'm gon' die 'bout the shit
These **** be lying, some of these **** ain't stopping shit
Pain don't feel real, but this shit it's really real
My heart feel trapped, I won't get killed
We bless his spirit with that steel
Boy that's a homicide, he better move right, boy
We catch that bitch, shoot him in his face, and jump up in the car
**** know I'm young, but I don't give a fuck, I love the war
Try to send a shot at me, your stupid ass ain't even gon' make it far
We quick to do that damage, put your ass up in a damn cigar
We catch you mans, and leave his face off, and all them people heard was blow
That lil' bitch she fucking everybody, I don't want her
Put everything up on my flag, I'm busting at they corner
I catch that boy, I'ma leave him with his fucking owner
Too many sticks, he seen the devil, he still pulled up on 'em
Don't speak on gang, we leave you dead, and leave you with the coroner
Shit be on my mind, it break my spine, 'cause i can't speak up on it
And I'm rolling, purple what I'm smoking
He play games, we knocked his ass down, he shouldn't have been spoken
The love you had for me, I had to knock it off
Too much was wrong there
Plus I'm getting grown now, slip up, I won't now
I put the "P" up on my arm 'cause I know I'm gon' die 'bout the shit
These **** be lying, some of these **** ain't stopping shit
Pain don't feel real, but this shit it's really real
My heart feel trapped, I won't get killed
We bless his spirit with that steel
All we know is back 'em up with Drac shots
Heart gone, now it's hit 'em in the face now
I hit that line, bitch I'ma skuff, bitch ain't no checking off
I know lil' key gon knock em off, soon as I point 'em out
Say that she riding, she don't even know me, yeah
You want the beef, I'll be the reason your people dead
Say PY name in a song, I'll bust one in your people head
Bitch ****, I'm strapped up, I ain't worried, I got my whole city scared
Pussy bitch, you play with me, I'll bust your head, ****
Shit, you ain't know that ****
You stupid, you ain't know that ****
Fuck around with me, he tripping ****
Let me take em back 'though, what up?
Yeah
Remember it was me, and Lil' Doot talking bout this shit
Crazy how this game go, we was chilling and I lost Lil' Trent
**** they be lying on my soul, I do not trust that shit
Catch 'em lacking, hit 'em up, and double back, and hit his clique
My mind click, make sure that his mind get split
Make sure you blind him with that AR from the laser, bitch
He get full of dirty lean, but that shit still can't fix the pain
He be thinking about too much, so he go do another stain
They see his pain, but they don't want to help him, that's a damn shame
Look in his eyes, and you can tell he ain't your main
Gotta maintain
Wasn't even worried when you was focused on your shit lil' ****
Hit 'em up, that's everywhere and make him throw up
They don't want to help him, that's a damn shame
Look in his eyes and you can tell he ain't your main
Gotta maintain
Wasn't even worried when you was focused on your shit, lil' ****
Hit 'em up, that's everywhere, and make 'em throw up pieces of dinner
I'm not that kind of girl
Baby, baby
You take that bad news, and shovel it out the door
Ooh, snap
I'm not that kind of girl
Baby, baby
Tell me that the love we had was true
Written by: Ben Noyes, Jack Daniel Steven Goodall, Kamrein McClay, Tyjuan Cortez Hannon
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